I hurt people.

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   Funny how Miles could actually manage to be a little nervous. He reported on a war and yet the idea of meeting with a murderer still sent chills down his spine. He saw plenty of death and violence back then. But soldiers killing soldiers at least made sense. Since the dawn of civilization, men had been fighting petty wars of land or gods. It seemed almost sane, despite the way it cut deep into your soul. People killing others on the streets of American cities… It was frightening. 

  He had seen men coldly recall the details of murders. It wasn’t any that he reported on, but he watched enough documentaries. He had seen people filled with remorse or insanity. He wondered which he would see first-hand today. He had done his homework. Richard J. Grady was the killer. He probably broke a world fucking record on the amount of murderers committed by one man.Even if many of the men killed were criminal bastards that the cops couldn’t put away. Most wouldn’t be missed. Still, the brutality of the murders was horrific. He was a veteran. Same war Miles had reported on. Low-income, down on his luck. 

  He was already walking down the hall to the room where Richard was being kept. Not his cell, of course. Miles had to spend a shit load of money to get him alone. A guard was outside, but he wanted this interview to be one on one. They were gonna make a movie based on his case, and Miles thought it would be interesting to hear what really happened. Maybe he could even make some money. After being fired from the company he worked for, he had to do something. He just hoped this wasn’t a waste of time. It cost this month’s rent to get the scumbags running this prison to let him be alone with the guy. 

  Once he reached the door, he checked his camera. Ready to go. With a deep breath, he opened it. This guy apparently wasn’t very talkative, and Miles had no clue why he thought he could get anything out of him. After all, he was hardly great with people. 

  Richard was sitting at an old table that looked like it belonged out back in a dumpster. Miles glanced back at the guard in the hallway before he walked in a shut the door behind him. Across from where the other was sitting was another chair, and he took a seat in it. 

“No.”

His eyes didn’t meet with the reporter’s. Instead, he focused on his hands, bound my steel cuffs the chain rattling slightly each time he wrung them. His skin was like sandpaper, rough and calloused. Not from fighting, but from all of the times he’d injured himself in solitary.  Richard wasn’t a man of words. He spoke in the language of violence. His hands were the instrument by which he communicated, and they were no longer his to use. Binding his hands was worse than cutting out his tongue, as it robbed him of the only true form of expression he had. In solitary, where his hands were free, he would swing at phantoms. Some imagined, some hallucinated, and perhaps some true hauntings.

“You remember the deal?”His head stayed down, but his eyes met the reporter’s.“You try and spin what I say, then fuck you. You show exactly what I say. No sensationalist bullshit, no presumptions, just exactly what I say, how I say it. Deal?”

II. The Good Doctor

“I swore upon his/her grave, someday I would make things right.” “They’ve waited so long for this day.” “My father worked into his grave.” “Listen to yourself, then listen carefully to me.” “Well here it is: our chance to take back everything we’ve earned.” “There is no price they wouldn’t pay.” “Don’t turn your back on me!” “What will I become with the things I will create?” “I never said that men should bow. I never said that men should break.” “I only want to help.” “You underestimate the character of man.”

III. The Father of Death

“What have I done?” “I will not be the father of death.” “Everything that I have done, I have done for you, but it’s turned out all wrong.” “I will find a way to make this right!” “What are you doing here?” “I’m not going anywhere.”

IV. The Hounds

“I can almost hear the hounds…” “How can you question who’s to blame?” “It does not matter where you hear it from, whether truth or lies, It gets said all the same.” “There is a flame that I’ve been fanning.” “There is a hell that has been building from the moment we first met.” “These are the paths that we must take. Cause you and I, we are men and we can bend and we can break.”

V. The State vs. Thomas Light

“But it doesn’t matter what they’ll do to me.” “Have they forgotten you when they set their sights on me?” “They will hang me from the rope tonight.” “Will you be waiting there for me?” “There’s nothing left here for me now.” “But either way it’s all my fault.” “I feel like a dead manand what can a dead man do?”

VIII. Breaking Out

“The city doesn’t know what’s coming, She doesn’t feel the heat.“ “I’m breaking out of here tonight.” “There’s gotta be something better, something that feels more alive.”  “Like this whole city wants to scream, but no one makes a sound.” “So I’m going to find out what it is and I’m going to tear it down.” “We don’t have time for goodbyes.” “I know you can’t come with me.” “So kiss me fast cause there’s no time to lose.” “When everything is said and done, I swear I’m gonna make it right.” “I’m so tired of giving up.”      “Sometimes I just want to drive until the streets run out.” “When I get back there will be hell to pay.”

IX. Keep Quiet

“I’ve seen your face in the shadows.” “I’ve heard them whisper about you.” “But men, they say a lot of foolish things.” “The only words I can find to believe in are mine.” “This city, she’d been dead for years now.” “Death is not something that scares me.” “There’s worse things than death here.” “I will not be told where to stand! I will not be told what to say.” “You’re gonna have to do better than fear!”

X. Light Up The Night

“So either way you’re a casualty.” “Cut me down or let me run, either way it’s all gonna burn.” “There is a city that this darkness can’t hide.” “Maybe you and I, we can still make it right.” “It’s like they’ve gathered up the city, they sold it to the Devil and now It’s gone to hell and they wonder how.” “There is a fire that will burn through the streets of the city.” “You and I. We can bring back the light.”      

XII. Here Comes The Arm

  It was amazing how different he seemed in a matter of moments. She could admit, a smile looked really good on him. She almost laughed at the awkward way he stumbled through his sentences. Hard to believe he was a dangerous man. He just seemed like a nervous teenager asking a girl to prom now. Her smile grew and she found herself getting more endeared to him. Why did she only like the bad guys? He seemed to sweet in this moment to really be bad. She was hungry. Detoxing had left her sick as hell and she had hardly eaten. 

“Okay.”

As she prepared, so did he. He departed and waited in his car. Before she arrived, he had a moment to think. He wasn’t usually the type to question himself, but in this moment he found himself asking the question ‘What the hell are you doing with this girl?’  The thought seemed too lucid to have come from his head. It was like an unseen passenger sat beside him, guiding him, reminding him who he was, and what he had done. 

When she finally arrived, he made himself forget for a moment.

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